Judith what do you want from me
What do you want
Judith I love only you
Do you know that
 
Yesterday you kiss me
Tomorrow you're tired
Judith tell me
What do you want
 
Yesterday you kiss me
Tomorrow you're tired
What do you want from me
What do you want
 
Cry about it laugh about it
I wouldn't know how to say it
You who's playing with me
Why don't you say it
 
Cry about it it's rage
Laugh about it it's too bad
I don't know what to do anymore
Between heaven and hell
 
Judith it's stronger than me
What do you want
Judith I love only you
Do you know that
 
But if I get my fill
One day I'll have enough
Judith on that day
I kill you
I am the ticket puncher
The guy you go by without seeing
There is no sun underground
A funny kind of cruise
To kill time I keep in my jacket
Extraits from Reader's Digest
And in that book it's written
That some guys take it easy in Miami
While I act looney
In the bottom of the cave
They say there isn't a bad job
Me I punch holes in tickets
 
I punch holes, little holes still little holes
Little holes, lttle holes always little holes
 
Second class holes
First class holes
I punch holes, little holes still little holes
Little holes, little holes always little holes
Little holes, little holes
Little holes, little holes
 
I am the ticket puncher
For Invalides transfer at Opéra
I live at the heart of the planet
I've in my head
A carnaval of confetti
I bring it right up to my bed
And under my ceramic sky
I see only see the transfers shine
Sometimes I dream I lose myself
I see waves
And in the mist at the end of the quai
I see a boat thats come to get me
 
To take me away from this hole where I punch holes
Little holes, little holes, always little holes.
 
But the boat takes off
And I see that I'm losing it
And I stay in my hole punching holes little holes
Little holes, little holes always little holes
 
Little holes, little holes
Little holes, little holes
 
I am the ticket puncher
Arts-et-Métiers direct by Levallois
I've had enough I'm sick of it
Of this cloaca
I'd like to play at being light-hearted
Leave my cap with the door man
A day will come I'm sure of it
Where I'll be able to get away in nature
I'll leave on the wide road
Whatever the cost
And if for me there's no more time
I'll leave feet first
 
I punch holes little holes still little holes
Little holes little holes always little holes
 
Its enough to make you nuts
Enough to take a gun
And punch yourself a hole, a little hole, a last little hole
A little hole, a little hole, a last little hole
And they'll put me in a big hole
Where I'll never again hear about holes never again a hole
Little holes little holes little holes
I drink*
Too strong a dose
I see
Pink elephants
Spiders on the shirt
Of my tuxedo
Bats on the ceiling**
In the living
Room
 
Hey you
Tell me something
Are you there
Like pink marble
As icy as the shirt
Of my tuxedo
As pale as the ceiling
In the living
Room
 
Love
Doesn't really interest me anymore
Still
Those spiders on the shirt
Of my tuxedo
Those bats on the ceiling
In the living
Room

Hey you
Tell me something
Are you there
Like pink marble
As icy as the shirt
Of my tuxedo
As pale as the ceiling
In the living
Room
"I love you I love you
Oh yes I love you!"
"Me neither."
"Oh my love. . ."
Like the unending wave
I come and I come and I go
Between your loins
And I
Hold my-
Self back
 
"I love you I love you"
Oh yes I love you
"Me neither."
"Oh my love. . ."
You're the wave, me, the naked island
You come and you go
Between my loins
You come and you go
Between my loins
And I
Meet
You
 
"I love you I love you"
"Me neither."
"Oh my love"
"There's no way out of physical love"
I come and I go
Between your loins
I come and I go
I hold myself back
"No, now
Come!"